Logs From The Suit

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The Junker sits slumped in his seat, hands clasped over his chest as he stares down. He mumbles to himself, the mask blocking it just enough to create a barely-audible, indecipherable, muffled mess. Wrappers surround him in the cockpit, the exterior the same, familiar mottling of New York, the colors blotted out partially by sharp and irregular scrap.

"Police... No, no. No. Don't talk. Avoid in future."

To an inattentive eye, he would seem to be perfectly still, barring helmet movement. In reality, the very slightest shaking and jittering can be observed. He puts a hand on one of the armrests of his seat, and pushes himself up.

"Do not mention old times. Just... Just don't. Turns bad."

He unwraps another chrome wrapper, a mottled bar emerging, as he tilts up his helmet. A pale chin and thin lips are shown, part of a larger mass of scar tissue covering his right cheek shown as he starts to eat, breath shaking slightly.

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